A Day Out.

  • A Day Out.
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  • I have promised the little people a day at the seaside. I have rented a bus and we will go to the beach at Dymchurch. The sands at Dymchurch are of fine yellow grains and are good to walk in when one’s feet are aching. The beaches are like most English beaches there are wooden breakers placed along the beach to stop the sea causing too much erosion of the land. When we arrived the tide was out and we had the sands all to ourselves.
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  • Soon all the Fairies, Elves, Pixies were playing happily on the sands. Just one of the Fairies, Noonfee did not seem to be having any fun at all. Noonfee was all on her own with a small stick she was making marks in the fresh sand. Going over to her I watched for a while and saw that Noonfee had drawn a picture of the beach. It was down to the last detail correct.
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  • I spoke to her, “Noonfee you are all on your own, do you not want to play with the other Fairies?” “ No I am happy drawing my pictures let the others play and I can draw them in my pictures.” Noonfee then gave a soft sigh. “Isn’t it a pity that the tide will come in and wash all of my pictures away,” She looked so sad as she spoke these words that my heart went out to her. “Can you? I asked keep these pictures in your head until we go home? “Yes that is quite easy for me to do I remember every detail for days after.
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  • The rest of the day I spent watching over the little people, making sure that each had a nice day at the sea. I went at least a dozen times for ice-cream for them all and the ice-cream man gave me some very enquiring looks he of course could not see the Fairies and the other little folk all he saw was me buying ice cream. At five o’clock I called all of the little folk together and we made our way to the bus. We passed the ice-cream man and all with much fun and noise boarded the bus. I got into the drivers seat and soon we were on the way home.
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  • The following day I went into town and bought canvas and paints, brushes and a palette and took them back to Fairyland. Giving them to Noonfee I asked her to paint me a picture of the beach as she remembered it from the previous day. Soon Noonfee had four pictures ready for me to see. The paintings were beautiful and the detail was wonderful why I could recognise each Fairy. I took the paintings home with me and when the paint was dry I showed them to the man that runs the art gallery.
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  • The man from the gallery was delighted with the pictures and wanted me to sign them. He offered me quite a sum of money for the pictures. I knew that Noonfee had no use for money and I could always afford to buy the paints and canvasses for her. In the end I agree that the art gallery showed the pictures they were unsigned and could not be sold. The pictures caused quite a commotion. Many people stopped to see them and many offered to buy them. After three months I took the pictures back home with me and told Noonfee how much excitement they had caused and how many people wanted to buy them. Noonfee smiled and then shyly said the paintings were done by magic I cannot paint. I stood for a moment looking at Noonfee I could not believe my ears I thought that she had painted the pictures herself. Now she told me that the pictures were done by magic.
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  • I was very disappointed and went back home. In my front room I had the four pictures hanging on the wall and they had been hanging in the art gallery. Now on my wall were four blank canvasses. Not a Fairy was to be seen, the sea had gone and there were no Fairies or little people eating ice cream. Then to my surprise the paint brushes and all of the tubes of paint with the rest of the canvasses appeared on my front room table.
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  • I now have a new hobby. Yes I paint pictures I tried to return the painting things to the shop but the man in the shop said it was all too long ago and he could not give me back my money. Now in the art gallery there are some of my pictures all are signed and I guaranty that they will not just disappear leaving a blank canvass. You have my word on this. Noonfee has not painted another picture with magic and now paints the flowers and other things that Fairies paint.

 

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